The landlord tells us at 5PM someONE is coming to seeing the apartment. So i spend all morning and most of the afternoon shifting things from one end of the apartment down to the cellar. Mopping the floor... twice and vacuuming... again. By 3 PM i'm just about done, my hands feel really dry because i didn't wear any gloves and i contemplate whether or not i should go by bike to the post office.
In case something happens or i get delayed, i decide not to.
I stumble upon a site for home owners trying to sell their houses and it explains that psychologically the smell of cookies wafting through the air is one way to lure them in.
So what do i do?
I start preparing shortbread cookies. Click here for recipe.
It had been awhile since i baked but figured now would be a perfect occasion. I had to leave the wrapped dough in the fridge for an hour, so in that time i thought i'd do work.
Then at 4 PM the doorbell rings.
Huh?
It's our landlord with Potential Renter Guy #1. He's early and i'm thanking my lucky stars that i didn't decide to go out as planned.
As they walk through the apartment, Yoshi is slowly freaking out. He races past them and stops around the corner only to puff up like a ball. The guy seems interested in the apartment and can't stop saying how great everything is and how beautiful the apartment is.
At which time, i'm feeling relieved that my cleaning efforts did not go to waste.
He leaves and i pop the the cookies in the oven, hoping the smell will invite somebody nice.
5:30 PM, the doorbell rings again.
It's the landlord again, this time with a very tall blond lady who's wearing what looks like a fancy patchwork coat. Unlike the Guy #1 who seemed easy to please with anything you'd tell him, this lady was more in yo-face. She kept walking in and out of the rooms trying to imagine her furniture positioned inside and her wandering eyes were full with questions.
As i sat at my desk trying to do work, my landlord couldn't stop talking. J had come back from work and i could hear him trying to squeeze in a few words but my landlord just kept on talking. At which point, the very tall blond lady came into my working room. I overheard her insisting that the carpet in all the rooms be replaced with floorboards because they were... dirty.
J reassured her that when we leave we would thoroughly clean them but all i could think was, Bitch it is clean!
At the end, she decides she likes the place. I could almost imagine her dragon claws trying to search for a pen hoping she could sign the lease.
Get in line woman! There's somebody else interested in this apartment too.
So as they're about to leave the front door, i ask our landlord around what time was he planning on having people come by on Saturday [as in today] to view our place. He says the first appointment is at 1 PM and then there's a few more in the afternoon.
Her eyes widen.
In my head i thought, but didn't he say 3 PM the other day?
Great. Not only is our Christmas tree cutting experience cut short AGAIN but we're going to have even MORE strangers wandering through our place all day.
It's 7:45 AM, i better get back to work. But just thought i'd mention, Vanilla-Lemon Christmas Tree Shortbread Cookies for breakfast never tasted so good.
In case something happens or i get delayed, i decide not to.
I stumble upon a site for home owners trying to sell their houses and it explains that psychologically the smell of cookies wafting through the air is one way to lure them in.
So what do i do?
I start preparing shortbread cookies. Click here for recipe.
It had been awhile since i baked but figured now would be a perfect occasion. I had to leave the wrapped dough in the fridge for an hour, so in that time i thought i'd do work.
Then at 4 PM the doorbell rings.
Huh?
It's our landlord with Potential Renter Guy #1. He's early and i'm thanking my lucky stars that i didn't decide to go out as planned.
As they walk through the apartment, Yoshi is slowly freaking out. He races past them and stops around the corner only to puff up like a ball. The guy seems interested in the apartment and can't stop saying how great everything is and how beautiful the apartment is.
At which time, i'm feeling relieved that my cleaning efforts did not go to waste.
He leaves and i pop the the cookies in the oven, hoping the smell will invite somebody nice.
5:30 PM, the doorbell rings again.
It's the landlord again, this time with a very tall blond lady who's wearing what looks like a fancy patchwork coat. Unlike the Guy #1 who seemed easy to please with anything you'd tell him, this lady was more in yo-face. She kept walking in and out of the rooms trying to imagine her furniture positioned inside and her wandering eyes were full with questions.
As i sat at my desk trying to do work, my landlord couldn't stop talking. J had come back from work and i could hear him trying to squeeze in a few words but my landlord just kept on talking. At which point, the very tall blond lady came into my working room. I overheard her insisting that the carpet in all the rooms be replaced with floorboards because they were... dirty.
J reassured her that when we leave we would thoroughly clean them but all i could think was, Bitch it is clean!
At the end, she decides she likes the place. I could almost imagine her dragon claws trying to search for a pen hoping she could sign the lease.
Get in line woman! There's somebody else interested in this apartment too.
So as they're about to leave the front door, i ask our landlord around what time was he planning on having people come by on Saturday [as in today] to view our place. He says the first appointment is at 1 PM and then there's a few more in the afternoon.
Her eyes widen.
In my head i thought, but didn't he say 3 PM the other day?
Great. Not only is our Christmas tree cutting experience cut short AGAIN but we're going to have even MORE strangers wandering through our place all day.
It's 7:45 AM, i better get back to work. But just thought i'd mention, Vanilla-Lemon Christmas Tree Shortbread Cookies for breakfast never tasted so good.
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